#gaunt

[ashleigh-luvs-14cats]

Q.Q Baby Omi~

🔎My 🐦X: @Meizze_art

Noctua Gaunt : "How about now, can you see any shapes, my sunshine?"

Ominis : "I can see now, auntie! I can see!"

[trappezoider]

For @waywardprintmaker<3 Ominis tells the twins about the Cruciatus-incident.

[riddleswhcre]

Hi bub!!!

I was thinking experienced!reader X inexperienced!Ominis who secretly (pretty obviously actually) has a crush on her. When she then catches him in the undercroft touching himself while whispering her name, she decides to help him…

warnings: smut, handjob, inexperienced!ominis x experienced!reader.

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──★ ˙a/n ̟ !! ehehehe mar... i had so much fun writing this for you pookie! i hope you enjoy my first time writing ominis and i hope it's good!

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the quiet corridors of hogwarts carried an eerie stillness after dark, and the undercroft—hidden away from the prying eyes of the castle’s inhabitants—was a sanctuary that few knew existed. it was your sanctuary, a secret haven where you could gather your thoughts, away from the whispers and mundane chatter of daily life. recently, however, you’d noticed that someone else had taken to retreating here. ominis gaunt.

ominis had always intrigued you. he was reserved, with an air of refinement that stood out amidst the chaos of your peers. his pale eyes, though sightless, seemed to see through to one’s very soul. and though his demeanour was often stoic, you’d caught moments when he faltered in your presence—a slight flush of his cheeks, the way his hands fidgeted with his wand, or how his lips parted as if to speak only to close them again.

tonight, curiosity had brought you here earlier than usual, your steps light and deliberate as you descended into the secret chamber. you’d expected to find solitude but instead were met with a sound that made you pause mid-step. a low, muffled groan drifted from the corner of the room, a sound so intimate it made your breath catch. you stepped closer, heart pounding, and the sight before you rendered you motionless.

ominis stood near the stone wall, his back turned to you, one hand braced against the cool surface. the other hand moved with a rhythm that left no room for misunderstanding. his head was bowed, pale strands of hair sticking to his forehead as he whispered—your name. the sound of it, so soft yet laced with yearning, sent a shiver coursing through you. he hadn’t noticed your presence, too lost in his own world of desire.

your first instinct was to retreat, to give him privacy, but something rooted you in place. it wasn’t just the sight of him—vulnerable and utterly entranced—but the realisation that this carefully composed young man, who always seemed so composed and aloof, had been harbouring thoughts of you. it was intoxicating.

“ominis,” you called softly, your voice cutting through the silence.

he froze. his movements stilled, and his head whipped around in your direction, face pale with horror. “i… i didn’t hear you come in,” he stammered, his voice shaking as he adjusted his robes hastily, his hands trembling. “i… i didn’t mean…”

“it’s alright,” you said, stepping closer, your tone calm and deliberate. “you don’t need to explain anything.”

his lips parted, but no words came. his face was a mix of mortification and desperation, his pale cheeks flushed a deep crimson. you stopped a few steps away from him, giving him enough space to breathe but close enough that he could feel your presence.

“ominis,” you murmured, your voice softer now, almost coaxing. “you’ve been thinking about me, haven’t you?”

“i… yes,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. his head bowed, and his fingers fidgeted with the hem of his sleeve. “i’m sorry. i… shouldn’t have…”

“don’t apologise,” you interrupted gently, closing the distance between you. your hand reached out, brushing against his arm, and he flinched at the contact before stilling. “it’s alright, ominis. you don’t have to hide how you feel.”

his breath hitched, his sightless eyes turning in your direction as if trying to read your expression. you stepped closer still, your hand trailing up his arm to rest against his chest. his heart thundered beneath your palm, its rapid rhythm betraying his nervous anticipation.

“let me help you,” you offered, your voice low and inviting.

his lips parted in shock, his head shaking slightly. “you don’t have to…”

“i want to,” you assured him, your hand slipping to take hold of his. you guided him to sit on the edge of the cold stone bench, your movements deliberate yet gentle, giving him time to process. his breathing quickened, but he didn’t protest, his hands gripping the edge of the seat as if it were the only thing grounding him.

kneeling before him, you looked up, taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and trembling lips. he was beautiful in his vulnerability, his usual composure stripped away to reveal the raw, unguarded man beneath. your hands moved to the folds of his robes, fingers deft as you unfastened the fabric to reveal the source of his tension. his body responded to your touch, the evidence of his longing plain and unyielding.

you let your fingers trail along his length, exploring him with an almost reverent curiosity. he gasped at the contact, his hips jerking slightly as his hands gripped the bench tighter. “relax,” you whispered, your tone soothing as you leaned forward, your breath ghosting over him.

your lips brushed against him, tentative at first, testing his reaction. his entire body tensed before relaxing into the sensation, a low groan escaping his lips. encouraged, you took him further, your tongue tracing over his cock in deliberate, slow motions. you relished the way his breathing hitched, how his head tilted back, and the quiet murmurs of your name that spilt from his lips like a chant.

you kept your movements measured, savouring each reaction you drew from him. your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, complementing the rhythm of your lips as you alternated between soft, teasing touches and firmer strokes. his hips shifted slightly, his body seeking more of the pleasure you were so expertly offering.

“you feel incredible,” you murmured between motions, your voice low and filled with heat. your words seemed to drive him further into his haze, his fingers flexing against the bench as if he were trying to maintain control.

“i… i don’t…” he started, his voice trembling, but the words dissolved into a gasp as you shifted your angle, focusing your attention on the places that made him shudder the most. “please…” he whispered, his tone pleading, though even he didn’t seem certain of what he was asking for.

“i’ve got you,” you reassured him, your free hand reaching up to intertwine with his. the touch grounded him, his grip tightening as he surrendered completely to the sensations. you could feel the tension in his body building, the way his breathing grew more erratic, and the soft, desperate noises escaping his lips became more frequent.

but you didn’t rush. instead, you took your time, prolonging his pleasure as you explored every inch of him with your tongue and hands. the air was thick with the sounds of his laboured breaths and the quiet murmurs of your name. when you finally quickened your pace, it was with purpose, each movement calculated to push him closer to the edge while still holding him there, teetering in that delicious state of anticipation.

“you’re doing so well,” you praised, your voice like a soothing balm against the intensity of his experience. his entire body trembled under your touch, his head tilting back as he let out a broken moan.

finally, when you sensed he couldn’t hold back any longer, you pushed him over the edge, your movements unrelenting as you guided him through the climax. his release came in shuddering waves, his body arching as he let out a raw, unguarded groan. you stayed with him, your touch gentle as you eased him back down, your hand stroking soothing patterns along his thigh.

as his body stilled, you lowered your hand, brushing your fingers lightly against his tip. a glistening trace of him lingered on your skin, and before he could react, you brought your finger to your lips, letting your tongue dart out to taste him. the heat in his cheeks deepened, his breath catching audibly.

“what are you doing?” he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and embarrassment.

a sly smile curved your lips. “tasting you,” you said simply, your tone carrying a playful edge. you leaned closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. “you’re sweeter than i expected.”

his jaw slackened, and he swallowed hard, his fingers tightening their grip on the bench as if he weren’t sure what to do with himself. “i… i didn’t know,” he murmured, his voice tinged with wonder.

you reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face, your touch lingering. “there’s a lot you don’t know, ominis,” you teased gently. “but i’m more than happy to teach you.”

when it was over, he slumped against the wall, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. you sat back on your heels, watching him with a soft smile as you adjusted his robes back into place, your fingers lingering briefly on his trembling hands. his cheeks were still flushed, his expression a mix of exhaustion and wonder as he turned his sightless gaze in your direction.

“thank you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse but sincere.

you reached out again, this time cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing against his skin. “anytime, ominis,” you replied, your voice gentle but laced with a promise. the connection between you, once unspoken, now felt undeniable.

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thank you for reading. reblogs & feedback appreciated.

[viimsical]

h. gaunt and s. ellwood, 1912, preparations for a ball

(save their poor hearts)

[wrengaunt]

POV : You’re meeting Ominis Gaunt at a Pureblood families’ meeting

Kinda in a drawing slump, so I drew what I love the most… blouses ! But I kept thinking it would suit Ominis so much… So I just decided to put his head on it 🤷🏻‍♀️

[heylorrain]

Marvolo Gaunt - Ominis Gaunt - Lorrain M. Gaunt

I became a sacrificed lamb to her every whim.

From "In another Life"

[wh40kgallery]

Tyranids Vs Astra Militarum

by Thomas Elliott

[erichthaxa]

[yoshitsuno]

God, I love this illustration! I still can't believe I've managed to draw an illustration like that, when I've never been able to really manage the backgrounds before. I guess being in this fandom has helped me improve ❤

A huge thank you to speedgriffon who has given me incredible confidence for her illustrations and I hope I'll be able to do the same for the second commission she's given me, this time with Sebastian ❤

You can find this illustration in the new chapter from speedgriffon's I Know Places -> Hitchen's Estate

[snapesmorningcoffee]

Tom Riddle, receiving the Award for Outstanding Service to the School after killing Moaning Myrtle and pinning the murder on Hagrid:

[monyokami]

Italian mode activated👀

[meizze-art]

"I show not your face but your heart's desire"

Ominis senses his aunt Noctua Gaunt in the Mirror of Erised

[trappezoider]

He's a starer :D

[plxnetn1ne]

hes eepy

[xxluna-rougexx]

Quick illustration. Ominis inspired by the Tom and Jerry meme.

[wrengaunt]

Ominis in a blouse…🙈 Took me 6 hours to draw, but it was worth it !